Targaryens are known to have queer costumes, an unusual tradition in which the brother and sister wed each other in order to secure the line of succession as pure as possible. Well, it is not always the Targaryens that have such habits, who says tha...
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~129 A.C~
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MAIDENPOOL A TOURNEY WAS A TOURNAMENT very popular in The Seven Kingdoms, hosted by lords and Targaryen kings over the years, it can celebrate a marriage or a nameday, mainly of the royal Targaryen family. The central event of many tourneys was jousting, in which two armored knights aim to knock each other off their mounts with a jousting lance, continuing on foot with a variety of blunted weapons. The loser of a joust must often forfeited his horse and armour to the winner, thus jeopardizing a considerable part of his possessions. Many tourneys pitted pairs of warriors in rounds, where the loser is eliminated and the winner proceeded to the next round. The winner of the last round was declared champion. Some ladies allowed contestants to wear their favors during a tourney. The queen of love and beauty can be chosen from the ladies by the competition's victor. Vellena had never seen a tourney, only the stories her mother told her about her own youth, how knights fought to win her favor, Rhaenyra herself had been crowned Queen of Love and Beauty at the age of 8 by none other than the stupid cunt Ser Criston Cole, but that is in the past.
The yard was filled with many knights or young lords from houses across the realm who came to try and win Princess Vellena's heart, after all having a princess as a wife was great achievement. "She's not going to marry anyone!" Jace hissed striking the dummy again and making its arm fall off on the dirt. Luke's eyes widened at the powerful strike of his brother, he had been training with Daemon but still didn't reach Jacaerys's level.
"I'm going to win and crown her and that's it" Jace spoke again shoving his sword through the dummy's chest before it fell of its support. He pulled the sword out swirling it in his hand and plunging it into the ground next to his feet before he spat out some saliva. "Gross" Lucerys said with disgust, on the verge of throwing up as his brother was wiping his mouth and forehead with his arm. Jacaerys smirked shaking his head and tapping Luke on his shoulder, he needed to man up his little brother a bit and when they return to Dragonstone he sure will.
On the opposite side of the yard, Daeron was getting ready with his brother Aemond. It was a wonder for the younger man to see that Prince Aemond joined in a tourney after he himself cursed the tournaments calling them "shit events'. "So I get that our dear eldest brother doesn't bother to participate?" Daeron questioned looking around the yard while fixing his armor and shield, Aemond just shrugged not that he cared what Aegon did anyway. "He's too occupied fucking any maid he sees" Aemond spoke choosing a good sword to fight in the tourney, he wished to win for other purposes... that involved his brilliant niece.
"Why do you participate? After all, you don't give a shit about tourneys" Daeron asked fixing the armor on his left arm, he remembered how he used to spare in Oldtown with his uncle Gwayne and how fast he learned the moves like a true man of the kingdom. "Didn't know you like to quote me and my reasons are known only by me. I don't intend to share them with anyone" Aemond uttered with a cold tone fixing the helmet of his armor, it had two horns similar to those of dragons. He grinned shaking his head before he approached Daeron from behind.
